Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

At three forty-six in the morning,

The high-spirited and bearded leader was still proud of today's successful raid, and became more and more aggressive under the praise of his dog-headed military adviser. He actually wanted to burn the CIA headquarters building to the ground.

Therefore, he completely failed to notice that the signal, which had been blocked by like-minded allies using high-tech equipment, had quietly been restored.

At the same time, the allies he trusted so much had quietly withdrawn.

When receiving the order to retreat, Chianti was nervously paying attention to the situation, while walking around in the chaos with his partner Cohen, occasionally deepening his actual combat proficiency with individual rocket launchers.

Confused by the illusion created by the organization, the bearded leader became more and more excited as he fought. Facing the situation where he was singing loudly, he had the momentum to bulldoze the Langley Building in one go.

Although Chianti and Cohen were positioned as snipers in the operations team within the organization, they had not received any professional tactical command training.

But as organized snipers who have experienced hundreds of battles and have been honed in the front line of life and death for so many years, the two of them are quite sensitive in their sense of crisis and judgment.

Therefore, the front foot sensed something was wrong, and the back foot received the retreat command. Chianti and Cohen immediately retreated towards the retreat route planned in advance.

Five minutes later, when Chianti and others had just retreated to a safe area, they were accompanied by the continuous sound of propellers in the sky and the overwhelming sound of sirens.

The CIA's top brass, who finally learned that their headquarters had been attacked, belatedly arrived with support and successfully captured the bearded leader and others.

On the second underground floor of the East District, Krzysztof, who woke up from a coma, looked at the brightly lit studio as bright as day, feeling his limbs and torso so stiff that he couldn't even lift a finger, and he felt a sense of despair. Little by little, it fills the whole heart.

He tried to open his mouth, tried to make a sound, and tried to move his hands, but after trying for a long time, he found that it was of no use at all.

Krzysztof didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he didn't know when the power to the studio came on. His biggest hope at the moment was to go faster, and faster.

He must regain the ability to speak or the strength to raise his hands before other colleagues enter the door, find him, and try to move him.

In this way, he can use words to stop or pass Morse code to let his colleagues who come to him know that he is stepping on the trigger device of the bomb, so not to move him easily.

But as the waking hours passed by, it was extremely difficult for Krzysztof to even blink, let alone open his mouth to speak, or raise his hand to type in Morse code.

As the leader of the scientific research group, although Champagne only has a false position, he is still quite interested in the experimental projects of the scientific research group.

And when those people below know about it, they will naturally considerately offer some research products that are not confidential.

Therefore, he always carries some weird injections with him.

Not only Gin, Whiskey and others knew about this matter, but even the gentleman knew about it and showed a tacit attitude towards it.

The despair in Krzysztof's heart deepened with the faint movement outside. When the familiar footsteps stopped outside the door, the mechanical door in front of him slowly opened with a voice announcement of "Fingerprint verification passed." When he opened it, the despair in his heart filled his eyes.

do not come…

Krzysztof looked at the young apprentice who came in from the door with a worried and anxious face, and shouted heartbreakingly in his heart, but he could only stand frozen in place, except for two lines of hot tears slowly flowing down his face. It drips down and nothing else can be done.

Seeing the teacher, who had always been a tough guy, actually shed tears, the young apprentice who came in was at a loss, and the anxiety on his face became more and more obvious.

"Go away... don't touch me... there is a bomb... it will explode..."

Perhaps it was God's blessing. When his little apprentice gritted his teeth and planned to move him to the CIA's medical room, Krzysztof became excited and mumbled several short words from his mouth.

The young apprentice understood Krzysztof's words and immediately stopped what he was doing.

Krzysztof's face suddenly showed an ecstatic look, and the despair in his heart was instantly wiped away after seeing his little apprentice understand what he said.

Then, the young apprentice hurried to find the senior executive who was in charge of the overall situation and had not been taken away by the military, while Krzysztof worked hard to tame his limbs.

When the top brass learned that their chief mechanical engineer had been drugged by the attacked enemy and had a bomb triggering device under his feet that would explode at the slightest movement, they even asked the most proficient doctor in the CIA's infirmary to go to the hospital for treatment.

Several bomb disposal elites were also dispatched to support.

Not long after the doctors arrived and had just drawn blood but had yet to detect what kind of injection the enemy had injected into Krzysztof, their efforts to tame the limbs finally yielded some results. Krzysztof opened his fingers slightly. , heard a crisp falling sound.

He moved his eyes downward, followed the sound, and saw a black plastic disc, as delicate and small as a casino chip, rolling to the ground.

"Run quickly..."

Krzysztof squeezed the word out of his throat with all his strength. He didn't know that the plastic disc like a chip was a bomb, but he knew that he didn't have anything in his hands before he fell into coma.

The person who put this thing must be the person from the black organization he met before, and the thing that they could deliberately leave behind must not be a good thing.

The moment he saw the black chips, Krzysztof suddenly felt a sense of extreme uneasiness and fear in his heart, but he reminded him too late. Within three seconds of the mini bomb disguised as a chip falling to the ground, a loud noise soared into the sky. An earthquake shook the entire CIA headquarters.

The higher-ups in the headquarters building were immediately startled by the gesture, which seemed like an earthquake was coming, and they quickly sent people to find out what happened.

Then after learning that a series of explosions occurred on the second underground floor of the East District, his face became extremely ugly.

The explosion occurred so suddenly that in just a few seconds, the entire second underground floor was reduced to rubble.

If it weren't for the fact that special materials were used to cast fire-proof and explosion-proof solid partitions on the first and second underground floors when the Langley Building was originally built, I am afraid that even the buildings on the ground would have been affected.

After the explosion, the senior executive quickly received the list of victims.

Krzysztof, the CIA's chief mechanical engineer, and the medical staff sent to rescue him, as well as the bomb disposal elites, including those members who collected the bodies of previously deceased colleagues and counted the losses on the second underground floor, were all there. He died in the sudden explosion.

None were spared.

The huge explosion destroyed all traces. No one knew the cause of the explosion. It was just a plastic "chip".

From the moment Gin and others appeared in front of Krzysztof, more specifically, when the mechanical door opened, Krzysztof's death signal had already sounded.

This time, in order to hide their traces in this operation, the organization not only went to great lengths to find a scapegoat, but also used the hands of the Berry Country military to kick out Odes Ackerman and others. From the beginning of the setup to the final Action, every step is calculated and leak-proof.

And Krzysztof, who knew about their existence and had personally seen the five core cadres of the organization, naturally could not become the fish that slipped through the net.

It was confirmed that the equipment in the hands of the CIA was counterfeited by unknown forces. The person behind the scenes seized the SS-level decoding equipment. It is very likely that he wanted to counterfeit equipment with the same effectiveness in large quantities, so as to become a high-level figure hanging over the organization's head. The Sword of Morcris.

Their trip to the CIA naturally ends here.

Before leaving, Gin, who was very angry at the man behind the scenes, put a black chip into Krzysztof's stiff hand under Whiskey's suggestion.

To make this miniature bomb explode, without using a detonator, you need to press the center dots on both sides of the chip at the same time, let go and throw it out, and it will explode three seconds later.

And if you keep pressing the center dots at both ends of the chip, or use something like a clamp to clamp the center of the two ends, the bomb will not explode until you release it.

Therefore, in theory, as long as Krzysztof persists until the doctors develop the soothing agent to remove the drug, and raises his hand first after returning to action, he will inevitably see the mini bomb Gin puts in his hand.

As a professional chief mechanical engineer, I can guarantee that once Krzysztof discovered the sudden appearance of the mini-bomb in his hand, he would immediately realize that something was wrong.

Later, even if he didn't know it was a bomb, he would not act rashly, and the chance of saving his life was about 80%.

However, since Whiskey specifically made this suggestion to Gin, he must ensure that the success rate of this suggestion is 100%.

And the chance that Krzysztof could save his life would be zero.

In just one session, less than an hour from beginning to end, and less than five minutes of close conversation, whiskey had already captured Krzysztof's temperament.

With the words Krzysztof heard himself saying before he fell into coma, Krzysztof would definitely try his best to put a bomb trigger under his feet the moment he woke up. Word spread that it would explode if moved.

Although the potion in Champagne's hand was very effective, it was not effective for a long time, including their retreat time and the time for the CIA to discover Krzysztof.

At that time, the effect of the medicine on Krzysztof's body had just faded by two to three points. He tried hard to speak clearly without speaking, but he could always speak vaguely.

As for the stiffness of the limbs and trunk, there will be initial relief at that time.

In order to save the lives of his colleagues and friends and prevent him from killing them, Krzysztof will definitely do his best to restore the mobility of his limbs.

With Krzysztof's temperament, he would not be willing to wait for the doctor to develop a special soothing agent. He would definitely raise his fingers countless times when he felt the initial decline of the effectiveness of the medicine in his body.

After all, he had a bomb trigger he developed and assembled under his feet, so he could only raise his hand.

When Gin put the black chip into Krzysztof's hand, he deliberately placed it between his index finger and middle finger. In this way, as long as his fingers moved slightly, the chip in his hand would inevitably fall to the ground.

The resulting explosion will kill Krzysztof at the center of the explosion first. Once he dies, the bomb connected to his beating heart and the serial bomb trigger under his feet will be activated at the same time.

Based on Whiskey's previous investigation, it was known that the power of the last serial bomb could affect the entire second underground floor.

When the time comes, not to mention Krzysztof, everyone on the second underground floor will die.

Moreover, before dying, Krzysztof will realize that it was his rash actions that killed his colleagues.

Self-blame, pain, and despair, these three emotions will accompany Krzysztof until his death.

If the CIA's rescue had arrived early and Krzysztof could not speak at that time, the bomb would have exploded the moment the rescuers tried to move him.

In order to draw attention to something amiss, when Gin placed the mini-bomb, he jammed it quite obviously and very loosely.

As long as someone saw it at that time, and Krzysztof could not speak at that time, as long as he was touched and moved slightly, the black chips would quietly fall off his hands.

Of course, when Krzysztof was moved, the serial bombs he arranged were already destined to explode. It didn't really matter whether the mini-bomb exploded or not.

All in all, Krzysztof's death is a fact that has long been determined. The only difference is whether more people die with him or more.

Of course, just in case, Whiskey left behind the mechanical bee he brought in specially when he walked out of Krzysztof's studio.

As one of the outstanding detective works in the early years of Whiskey, it is small in size, flexible and concealable. The mechanical beehive has multiple functions such as eavesdropping, video recording, and unlocking.

Through long-distance information transmission, Whiskey was watching the live broadcast of Krzysztof's death through the screen of his mobile phone when Krzysztof said 'run'.

With a loud "boom", the screen of the mobile phone went black. It was obvious that the mechanical bee, like Krzysztof, died in the explosion.

The moon was setting in the west, and the expensive antique luxury car Porsche 356A was driving towards Langley's largest pier, Dolan Pier, under Gin's fast but steady driving.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Whiskey put his phone away after his phone screen went dark, and looked calmly ahead at the dark front.

Vodka, who was kicked out of the driver's seat of the Porsche 356A by his elder brother again because there were not enough seats, got into Bourbon's car with a gloomy look on his face.

In the passenger seat, Hibiki's expression was also a little unhappy.

Zhufu Jingguang, who was assigned the task of dealing with the remaining manpower left by the bearded leader in Langley, was confused:

"Where do we go next?"

Isn't the task completed? Is it possible that the equipment the organization is looking for is not in the hands of the CIA, and Gin and the others have done a useless job today?

"Dolan Pier, our real mission location."

After being notified of the whiskey in advance, Amuro was waiting near the CIA headquarters 10 minutes ago to pick up Vodka and Hibiki in the car. Then he turned to where Morofushi Kagemitsu was and loaded him into the car. Teru Amuro said with a dark look.